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Litigator-turned-legal-scholar Michelle Alexander, author of The New Jim Crow, argues that we have not ended racial caste in America, we have simply redesigned it: The U.S. criminal justice system functions as a contemporary means of racial control, even as it formally adheres to the principle of color blindness. Her provocative new book challenges the civil rights community—and all of us—to place mass incarceration at the forefront of a new movement for racial justice in America. As the United States celebrates the nation’s triumph over race with the election of Barack Obama, the majority of young black men in major American cities are locked behind bars or have been labeled felons for life. Event at Demos February 18, 2010.

Bismillah (In the name of God)

“As the United States celebrates the nations ‘triumph over race’ with the electon of Barack Obama, the majority of young black men in major American cities are locked behind bars or labelled felongs for life” – Michelle Alexander, The New Jim Crow: Mass incarceration in the age of colorblindness

That pictures a fake!

That picture of Obama, sitting and smiling in the audacity of hope

Is nothing but a joke

It’s a fake
Making false references to the United states

Finally overcoming it’s fear of Race and Racism

When in reality all they’ve really done is put a black face over white imperialism

Which secured his inauguration with millions screaming

When in reality the real motto was not change but the lie you can believe in

Whenever he’d hit the stage millions were dazed by his lies about bringing change and closing Guantanamo bay

but he is a fake

That pictures not real like a rapper making millions over a rap deal

That pictures a fake

In to the fourth year of his presidency

Ain’t nothing really changed

As half of the African American communities hopes are still impaled

Due to discrimination faced in education, housing and employment

Because in one point or another, they’ve been jailed

Being labeled felons for life by ‘Law and order’

The same ‘law and order’ that used to fight against civil rights

Now turning their faces towards fighting crime

With discriminatory practices prevalent when you glance over the facts

That it’s probably even illegal for a president to go in to the white house and paint it black

I cry when I see a mothers cry when she has to bury her sons

And now the son of Kenya is the face of the very same system

That feeds African Americans drugs and guns

Which he pledged to uphold when he was inaugurated

But his appointment as president couldn’t stop Trayvon Martin dying from hatred

Death is the unbearable tragedy which saw his dreams lying in the back of a hurst

Coming from a community victimised by US backed crack giving birth to a curse

The arrival of crack babies the real victims in the destruction of the black family

With the community facing mass incarceration leaving black fathers with the same rights as that of slave

When the majority of coloured people can’t afford legal representation you know the American Justice System has an issue with race

The war on drugs is all about race with people getting on board because it pays to play

As slavery was just the start and the war on terror is the same slave master playing with a new deck of cards

The image of the United States needs to change said Henry Kissinger

which is the role of Obama

to give imperialism a complete make over

But the substance still stays the same

The image might have changed

But young people of color are still gagged and chained

With many parent less never being loved and hugged

While listening to a system used by Obama

That teaches kids it’s cool to be illiterate, uneducated tricks and thugs

That glamorises crime

Tempting youths to be enslaved by the justice system that uses discretion

To embrace racist stereotypes

Just check the stats to see that the majority of prison inmates are in for smoking crack

Cocaine tending to be predominantly black

That’s the facts getting 25 to life completely ruining their lives

when statistically speaking the majority of cocaine users in America are predominantly white

So that pictures a fake

That pictures a fake

America’s still a racist land

Who’s election did make history as for the first time

Western imperialisms championed by a black man

Still having dreams of his father

But we need to take a step back and understand that it’s the same racist system

Manufacturing this image of Obama

I am neither here nor there
I am somewhere between the present and nowhere

My body’s present but my soul isn’t
You see me reading the Qur’an but you don’t know it….you can’t see it…..

My Lords hand just grabbed my soul and dunked it in an ocean of divine knowledge,

Of divine wisdom, where words know no boundaries,

My spirits present in the world of the unseen,

In the world of the unseen,

Where endless knowledge is imprisoning me

And I’m struggling to breathe as sanity is escaping me

And all that I knew is leaving me like I’m going be killed,

But i’m just an empty vessel waiting to be filled

As I’m neither here nor there
I am somewhere in between the present and nowhere

Where there’s no escape even if I had my guns cocked

My souls locked, my souls locked

And nah this aint nothing to do with the cops my body’s still around the block

But my soul’s not, my soul’s not,

It’s being reprogrammed in another place,

As I turn page after page my souls being set ablaze

So the next time you see me I’ll be spitting fire on the stage

Burning it to a crisp

In the world of fiery knowledge is where my soul is

In between the present and nowhere as no one goes there

Heightening your sense of security

And heightening your sense of fear

This unseen world ain’t no make believe

The black cloud in my eyes showing its possession of me,

Flowing through my blood stream

Replacing my empty words with kerosene to blow up the poetry scene

Because the force behind me aims to take me higher

As I return to this world with the spirit of Malcolm X

Possessed by the fire of the Ghost-Rider

Intending to commit revolutionary suicide,

It is from this mic where this world will be revolutionised

With words as their meanings have no boundaries when they terrorise

Those that terrorise and keep the will of the people from being televised

As there’s another force roaming the earth,

There’s another force roaming the earth

Every time we speak, read or write,

These words just come alive

like the grim reaper reaping for hearts and minds

And I gave them my life, I gave them my life

To heal a world that is disturbed

Because that is the power of the spoken word.

I can speak, I can walk, I can write, I can read

I have all I need to achieve my dreams the skies my limit but there are those who will never be able to reach it no matter how hard they try

They’re the damned souls chosen to grow from the shadows of genocide and apartheid

With a fire blazing through their hopes to ensure their demise with the only hope being the withheld tears of their mothers cries

even though she’s dying inside as she puts the world on her shoulder to make sure her children survive but I guess I can try

I can speak, I can walk, I can write, I can read

Im alive I can breath but there others who can’t, they’re deceased their lives have been evicted for being the victims of war crimes

from the Holocaust to Palestine where the criminals have yet to do time

it seems like i’m watching history on repeat where the innocent are dead and buried and the war mongers are smiling and lying on TV

but the truth can come out through my faculties to show you the imagery of those who are bereaved where all they needed is help, but it’s desperation they received

so I wish I could do more than just write this piece of poetry but i guess putting pen to paper is a start

hoping the words will inspire and reawaken our dead hearts to the truth surrounding us – that the worlds tearing itself apart

by those responsible for the killing of women and children,

resurrected through the ink between my fingertips to bring back their screams within the ears of the living, bring back their spirits for a change, bring back their spirits to make justice rain, bring back their spirits to cut imperialisms jugular veins, bring back their spirits to heal the pain….

they didn’t forget the world so the world definitely wont forget their names

as those corporations are not the hardest, their artillery and machines will be destroyed by the souls of the martyrs and if their not afraid to bleed than we shouldn’t be afraid to speak, afraid to walk, afraid to write and afraid to read…..in solidarity…..in solidarity….

“As to the throwing of the pebbles, it is an expression of the throwers intention to obey Allah’s commandment”

– Al Ghazali (Ihya Ulum Uddin – The Revival of the religious sciences)

My deeds are like pebbles

used to stone paradise or the devil

my deeds are like pebbles

used to stone paradise or the devil

Used to decide where i’m gonna go

Even though i dont know

Because i’m not supposed to know

But i know that Allah wants me

To decide where I want to go

Through my deeds

Which plant the seeds

to an everlasting life

From this one thats brief

A maximum of a couple of years is all I have time for

To ensure that i’m not reduced to tears

Due to the closure of Gods door

like unto the nations of before

Who suffered due to their evil deeds,

Planning everything from disbelief

to the murder of the son of man

and yet here I stand

Trading innocent lives through my tax

And yet here I am

The sweat and tears of my mum and dad

And yet here I am

The financier of death and destruction in countries like Syria, Libya and Afghanistan

Funding a sea of oppression enabling me to walk over the lives of man

Like in a beach walking over grains of sand

and now I’m looking at the palm of my blood stained hands

As i raise them to supplicate and say

“Oh Allah plase dont forsake me no matter what i do,

Oh Allah please dont test me without helping me through,

Oh Allah I know that You’re allowing me to do good deeds because You love me

But Allah I know my actions are not enough

without going through the doors of Your Mercy

And oh Allah

When the angel of death comes to take my soul

Please raise me with the righteous

When the day comes when its the earth You hold,

When its Your might You show

Please have Mercy when its my deeds You unfold

Because your Mercy is what i’ll need

When my skin and bones testify against me

Which is how i know my deeds alone are not enough

Unless they are coupled with Your love”

My deeds are like pebbles

Used to stone paradise or the devil

My deeds are like pebbles

That can be used to stone paradise or the devil

He returned to the city of the lost
Where all hope was lost
Due to the actions of crime families and bent cops
As justice was slain and anarchy reigned
Like the darkness of the night
Where evil came like torrential rain
Making the innocent pay for their lives
And their predators were paid for their crimes

Blocking out the warmth of good’s sunlight
With the city covered in darkness in the daytime
But hope breathed one last sigh
Hope breathed one last sigh
And goodness wiped away the tears from its cries
Now that his sign soars throughout the darkness of the night
Now that his sign soars throughout the darkness of the night
Fear has been put in its rightful place
When he lost his parents to crime at the age of 8
In front of his eyes
A moment he was traumatised by
Until it was engrained in his brain
Which gave birth to something courageous and brave
As he responded by bringing a crusade
After he found himself in a cave
Learning to spread his fear of bats
Throughout the city like a plague

He was going to die is what he was told
But the prodigal son returned to face the shadows
In the form of a tortured soul
Where darkness gave up the fight and embraced the hope
Marking the return of justice in a darker form
And now the dark skies where evil reigned from
Are the same skies where justice rains from
By cooking up a storm

Which casts fear in the back of every criminals spine
With hair standing on the back of their necks
Due to the fear of the creature of the night
When they see his sign soaring through the skies

hope lights up the night
To see evil stare death in the eyes
Because justice never died
It slept with the darkness
And gave birth to the dark knight

Saviour

Oh Allah!

Everything, bar Your face, is a passing phase

like the night and day

continuously passing un-phased

as the day makes way for the darkness of the night

and the night makes way for the brightness of the day

continuously passing un-phased

like the phases of our lives each heading to our grave

yet we hold on to memory lane thinking of the deeds of yesterday

like its some craze but we forget about tomorrow

Oh Allah!

Forever lasts wherever You are

as everything, bar your face, is a passing phase

is a phrase i just heard in Regents Park

and the successful are those that engage in the remembrance of Allah

as good deeds were made to last by a sincere heart

which are the ones You cherish

and the deeds that weren’t

were made to perish

whithering away like the sands of time

whithering away like these days of our lives that we abuse

without You we’re made to loose

as your mercy’s waiting to burst forth like a great deluge

Oh Allah!

our only saviour is You as only through You

can we be saved from our own impending doom

represented by the fire which You told us to fear

but my hope lies in You within my heart

coupled on top of the fear that stays there

but Allah!

I put my trust in You as you are the creator of change

and everything, bar Your face, is a passing phase

as we’re nearing the end of days and our grave

is the first step towards the commencement of Judgment day

Oh Allah!

I’m really scared about my state!!

I’m really scared abotu my state!!

I pray for a place in Paradise and not the hell fire

to be the destination of my fate

because i fear that my deeds will just whither away

and i’ll face you with nothing to show on that day

but i know that in You we are safe

in You we are safe

You don’t know anyone like me

My food is my anger that feeds my body, mind and soul

And elevates me to a different state

Reaching me to a boiling point

Where my anger is so strong it devours my hate

Because pure rage is my birthplace

I can’t be contained

Breaking the deafening silence with my thunderous roar

Which devastates cities as if they’ve just been through a war

Because you pissed me off & I’m not Mr Nice

Bruce is like Dr jeckyl but I’m worse than Hyde

Every attack on me just enflames my anger, casting my net of fear

Enraging the beast that resides within the devils nightmares

While I overshadow the lives of man

Don’t come to me without the army’s planes and tanks

And even then you’ll need a helping hand

As I act sovereignly

Smashing what I want, when I want

Without any respect to authority

Only to me I pledge sovereignty

I am what you get when rage and fury conceive a dangerous mix

Delivering me for the earth to be cursed with

Because I’m the strongest there is

With everyone on my hit list

Who will be hearing ‘Hulk Smash’

Which is my statement

Your weapons a gun

My weapons the pavement

Leaving my enemies dead and buried beneath the floor whenever I fight

As my war cry’s been prophesized

Throughout the annals of history

With tales of terror being cast in the street

And biblical pages telling you of the mark but I’m the beast

Housing the rage of a million demons

If you look in to my eyes you can see them screaming

As they’re trapped inside

Fuelling my anger like wood to the fire

Trapped within my eyes like prison bars

I devour life, it’s my prisoner

Which is the fate of all those in my way

When I come through Banners body from within hells gates

To bring what I’m known for

Not death…..Not the smashing

Not the roar

But one and one thing only…….War

Bismillah

The rhythm of life

The silence is beautiful,

The silence that surrounds us is more powerful
Than the noise made by a car, plain or a train
The silence would be more powerful if it wasn’t so conditional
By so many people too busy trying to get from A to C
Forgetting about B, brushing passed you and me

And if they brush passed you and me what makes you think they’ll give a damn about that guy in the street

Or console a mothers weep for her loss but I guess we’re all lost……..but then again the silence is just beautiful……
The silence is beautiful
Just close your eyes and drown out the noise to feel your heart beat and you’ll realise
That you need to make this a regular ritual
And its a healthy sign but due to the hustle
Our lives ain’t synchronised to the natural rhythm of the element that can connect us to the spiritual

So we go on as if it’s business as usual ignoring the fact of life that it is the silence that we can’t ignore,

It won’t stop it won’t just stand by the door and continue to knock, there will be a day where we will answer to God
Regarding His call if we were to just take a time out and just listen to the silence it’s actually really not silent at all,
It’s in harmony as God is the composer and the rest of creation is His orchestra,
Just go to the beach and listen to the waves of the seas
Or go to the forest and listen to the flapping of the leaves
Or just for once feel the energy by walking on the earth in bare feet,
There’s a connection, there’s a harmony, and we’re God’s lost sheep when it doesn’t have to be,
You can take a time out to remove the blind folds of the busy cities, remove the blind folds of our families,
Remove the blind folds of lifestyles, cars, mobile phones and tv’s

Remove the noise of the people walking, or the builders building or the birds singing

To connect with the force that gave birth to humanity, that is in tune with us all spiritually,
Yes take time out in the silence and feel its rhythm and feel its beauty